Carnival....

In a way, I regret that I didn't go. But...Wednesday is Spanish class. Thursday is the armpit of the week, when I'm exhausted, frustrated, and unable to handle characterization, more often than not. (This week, I managed to short myself on sleep Wednesday night, so Thursday was even more abominable than usual.)

It's an awful time to schedule stuff, if you want me to be there, but it appears to work for everyone else pretty well - I seem to see a lot of stuff on Thursdays, while all I want to do is sit there and chat OOCly.

I regret not going, because most everyone seems to have enjoyed it very much. And then I remember how much I hate chaotic, large group scenes; I find them confusing, disorienting, and frustrating. Usually, the way they wear me down completely overwhelms any pleasure in fun poses or whatnot; reading the logs after may be fun, but the scenes generally make me want a several-day vacation from the whole matter!

So why, exactly, I wish I could have been there, I am really not sure. Heh. It's nice to know everyone else had fun, though; and the cat probably ran away from all the chaos and noise, or something. I'll have to get her out and roleplay her this weekend before Rainbow decides I've vanished entire.

And if I'd been there, I don't think I'd be up to that. As it is, if this works the way it usually does, everyone will be a bit hyper after that, and if they haven't taken off for Weekend Things, roleplay will be a real possibility, even.

People are strange...

...when you're a stranger. No, wait, wrong line.

Seriously, what else can I say - except go have a look at this article?

Bozo Criminal of the Day.

From http://www.electricferret.com/bozo/ comes this amusing tale:

Thanks to Bozo News Hawk Robert Krambs for sending in today's report. From Viroqua, Wisconsin comes the story of bozo Billy Franklin. Billy had his bank holdup all planned out. He walked into the bank with a knit cap pulled down to obscure his face from security cameras. He made sure the teller's window had no alarm and no exploding dye booby trap. The holdup note had no fingerprints or other identification. The bills he received were small and not in sequence. He had planned the perfect robbery. Except for one thing. He had no getaway vehicle. He simply walked away from the robbery, carrying his money in two large bags with the bank's name clearly printed on the side. A cop spotted him walking down the road and arrested him.

Yargh.

I think I do have something, though I'm not sure what.

I'm tired, lightly queasy, and I feel "taut" around my eyes. That last is sinuses, the first is probably sinuses and my restless sleep last night.

What the heck the 'queasy' is, though, I dunno. Maybe just the fact that someone found the office heat and it's too darned hot.

Mmm. Yes. Glad I said that. I think I did this last winter, too. Time to turn down the thermostat....

Religion. Offices. Do not mix.

*sighs* Ah, yes. The usual religious silliness, underlain with just a touch of annoyance.

I love office interactions.

Really I do.

There are a bunch of people whose faith I don't know in my office. This is not surprising. There are a few whose faiths I do know. Catholic. Quaker.

This is not surprising, either. Religious discussions are generally friendly, which is only at most mildly surprising.

However. One coworker whose faith I do not know has recently been bringing up pagan and reincarnation themes. He is a gamer; he is known for jokes, and elaborate and/or social jokes among them.

What I cannot tell is whether he is having fun at the expense of the couple people whose faith I do know (who respond to his - laughing, and general, and potentially serious and potentially not - comments with laughter and 'yeah right' and that sort of thing), or whether he is serious and will be troubled by the ongoing tone.

I'm troubled by it. I don't know if I'm troubled enough to say anything, though. Today's "some people do believe in reincarnation" (from me, after laughter and 'yeah right' about a comment about people 'learning' from an experience that kills) drew a sort of eye-roll and giggles. Like I was in on the joke.

Except I'm not. I am pagan, albeit very casually in that I don't think it's real provable what is and isn't.

I dunno. Don' t know if I should say something, or not. If my other coworker is also serious, then I should say something. If he's not, it depends entirely on my own sensibilities - and I'm not sure it matters that much to me, honestly.

Feh.

Yay!

You know the guy I was frustrated with for not "getting it"? He got it. Anticipated something, coded to it, and I got to tell him he'd done good.

And that's the good thing. He's still a little eager to lean on others' experience. But he's learning, and when he tries, he does okay. He'll do good, once he's learned more.

It's not all bad. It's frustrating, for sure, at its worst.

But it's not all bad.

And hey, I get to get install CD's done - what a productive day - and go home! (Home because my sanity is fraying, and I'll have the laptop anyway, to work on all the stuff I didn't get done.)

Hmmm. I had a better day at work than he did....

Scott had a Day at work.

Specifically, the latest update caused two sources of information (databases? I'm not sure) to stop talking to each other. That was handed off to his boss....

...so he could deal with the fact that email was down, because the mailer daemon was mailing itself (well, root, via itself) thousands of times a minute saying it could not find the mailer daemon.

No, I don't purport to understand. Which makes me very glad it was not my day!